#playonwords

I caught two crickets in a cup and I showed my dad.

Seeing as so many people seemed to like it last time, here's another Misty morning!

“Your soul has been freed only to be subjected to negative spiritual energies hidden within entities of demons disguised as beautiful eyes, pretty smiles and a sense of readiness that you’ve blindly anticipated for so long. A lost child wandering the night, you are with a melting candlestick in one hand and a broken watch in the other, allowing the shadows of dancing trees against the wind to move your stone cold heart. I had been running all of this time, apparently on a treadmill leading to vast lands of whereabouts I thought we’d both known, but when I finally arrived, I was all alone. I’ve cut my heart in two as the right side wastes away in loopy limbo, recounting the steps I’d taken in an uneasy chair; the practice of bloodletting tears and streams between sewn lips. Nearly unable to rely on the other as it keeps my breathing disheveled and imbalanced; thermostatic readings at a constant cold and warm, yet the body moves and keeps in sync to such irregularly rhythmic and dynamic beats of life. I’ve heard the beautiful music that grace plays along the leftover strings within my chest as it pulled me together; I was told not worry for he’d seen it all. A selfless exchange as he pressed his pure and divine lips against inequivalent defilement, having already danced with fate herself. My naked bones consented passively and I was loved unconditionally. I was made— unequivocally— just as equivalent as He.